Charm, lost – innocent. For want of clasp, the charm descended unexpectedly to locales unforeseen. It joins other once-charming brethren, evolving from expressions of personal joy to memories of the strangeness of circumstances. Retrieval is unlikely, but if you do discover charms, remember from whence they came.
Featuring piano, synth, and arpeggiator.
Paulo Chagas: Soprano sax, flute, tibetan bell
Matilde Sambo: Electronics, field recordings
Cover Art : Still from video “Flussi”
Courtesy Matilde Sambo
CONNECTION LOST
Backs of past lovers and friends
Disappearing in the crowd
Connection lost, secrets forgotten
Fade away
I loved and I loved and I always will
And you’ll never look back
COLD WHITE LIGHT
in your world I no longer exist
but in mine you are painfully real
at dark hours
I stare at my phone
hoping its cold white light would wake up and light the room
like the moon
and tell me
you suddenly remembered that I do exist
«This is not a recording.
This is an emergence .
The album was born from tension — inner and outer.
It was not composed.
It came into being , as if spoken from another layer of reality.
There are no melodies here. No comfort. Only the density of sound, where every noise is an echo of something lost , and every silence holds the shape of what once was.
It does not offer joy.
It does not provide solace.
It simply stands , like a monument to what happened — and to what remained unsaid.
If you’ve ever heard speech in static , felt form in distortion , understood that noise can have a soul — then you are ready to listen.
Static Psalm is not music.
It is an address — one you can only hear if you are prepared to face the silence that follows.
This album is not for everyone.
But if it found you…
then you already know what it’s about.»
the soundscapes on “the deep space” are exactly that: deep, vast, immersive. while earlier releases like exoplanet and antipode charted stellar phenomena and inner contrasts, this new work seems to drift further outward — into uncharted dimensions between ambient, industrial atmospheres, intricate electronica, and classic techno/electro motifs. the boundaries dissolve, but the structure remains: each track is a unique constellation, orbiting within a carefully mapped sonic system.
in a time where much of electronic music gravitates toward formula, sternenspringer continue to embrace risk, nuance, and depth. this release is not just another chapter, but a reaffirmation of their commitment to sonic integrity and artistic independence.
and yet another fine tonAtom.net netaudio release.
A melancholic and helpless ode to the forest fires that have raged in Chihuahua, Mexico throughout April and May 2025.. The original cover image was taken from the scene in the state’s forests.
Now available everywhere ~ (originally released on May 2025)
GoH-840: Woods Mattress – Hypertension
An over half an hour long harsh noise navigation with definitely atmospheric, hypnotic and dark approach slightly marked with traces of distorted ambient, far from violent sonic abuse typical for the genre. A psychedelic, noisy journey with the Illinois artist.
GoH-838: Polarlicht – Search for All Viewers
A haunted industrial ambient navigation, where pulsating sound waves of distorted heavy drones evoke the dark, dreamy atmosphere. A soundscape of a nightmare, in which you dwell in the everlasting confusion. Truly a disturbing work!
A reflection on a world of feeling—human, artistic, and political—through the natural dynamic of the master-disciple relationship.
RōSHI explores the ineffable within this bond, emphasizing a chain of transmission where the hidden essence is perpetually renewed.
The installation (Dec 2022):
Music and video engage with Francisco Trabulo’s work in a timeless dialogue, suggesting a continuous, universal essence where death holds no meaning.
The performance (17 Dec 2022):
Ephemeral sonic elements are added to this ongoing flow, marking a unique moment that complements the installation. Life stories intersect, and transmission occurs.
Recorded live at the Vila Nova de Cerveira International Art Biennial, by Marco Lima (Hertzcontrol)
Note/Thanks:
The performance includes excerpts of Francisco Trabulo’s voice from a 2006 academic documentary by Joana Ferreira, Ana Maria Silva, and Bruno Costa (ESE-IPVC), produced within the Olhar o Real workshop – Ao Norte.
“Fim Do Maio Ou O Princípio Da Incerteza” is the latest album release by Anomalia Rodrigues (the project of the multifaceted Paulo Couto) and the artist’s second album with another alter ego on MiMi Records.
Here we have a project of free and experimental improvisation, recorded in a single take with a primitive smartphone and no post-production editing.
This lo-fi work captures the raw and spontaneous essence of sound creation, exploring minimalist textures and dense atmospheres. With six tracks that move between ambient, no-wave, and post-rock. It’s an album that challenges conventions and invites attentive listening.
An album that is a manifesto of artistic freedom and sonic authenticity.
GoH-837: GIMLET – Harming One or Another, Who is Keeping Count?
MGI’s side project GIMLET strikes back with a crushing work of ultimate harsh noise brutality including metal junk abuse and violent blasting suddenly sinking into the blurry, dark ambient drone parts filled with sampled spoken word material to comment the present reality of war, violence, addictions and cultural decay of the western world. All this concluded with final opus of dark cinematic ambient. A masterpiece not to discuss with.
In Mr Schulze’s sense, loop is certainly best described as a squiggle (a not exactly drawn ring-shaped curl). Repetition yes, but please with a bump in the wheel! Whether the grooveboxes that were available to Lindbergh for making music in the early 2000s were capable of such inconsistencies remains to be seen. Either way, the songs on “Loopy” fully live up to the album title.
The album is released approximately 20 years after the creation of the songs on it, which until then had only been released as singles or not at all. The music offers a glimpse into a time when electronic music was reinventing itself by merging with indie. A wonderful new experimental field emerged between synthesisers and computers on the one hand and convoluted bands with guitar, drums, and bass, in which the perfect artificial sounds of the machines often blended with human-generated sounds that expressed lovingly cultivated musical inadequacies. And Lindbergh possessed precisely this charm!
Oh yes, Lindbergh is, of course, pop music too! Songs like Mango, Über Milch, and Im Zug nach B, which speak of a life somewhere between shared accommodation, the unbearable lightness of existence, and all-nighters, have the potential to become indie disco hits. And only Mr. Schulze knows why they failed to achieve great success …
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
Featuring improvised bass clarinet.
So, no more singles. I’m trying to figure out what works in this modern musical world and I’ve come to the conclusion that nothing works. I hate singles, and you probably do too. So I’m releasing all the singles in one convenient package here, while I work on my first album in a while.
released June 2, 2025
cruxrgxx is a necrotrap producer from New Zealand.
for more tracks visit:
soundcloud.com/gxxpy
soundcloud.com/gxx2y
soundcloud.com/gxx3y
Released by Dawn of Darkness netlabel under cc license attribution.-
All music composed by cruxrgxx.-
WRONG REVOLUTION and The Necrophile Hummingbird Netlabel present Neverland by rADio eNd.
« True music for Listening thru »
This time, rADio eNd is only Pete Hope and Ed End.
The improvisational base was recorded on May 1st, 2024, in the Cave Haven,
upgraded next with instruments and lyrics by Pete.
RATTLING MY BLUE HAND
rattling my blue hand
taking the middle right out
of your devalued day
make a prison
in your image
print it on a shirt
you can sell yourself
you can tell yourself
you need to wear your hair shirt every day
money for something i don’t have
money makes the world go round to their neighbours
with a knife – with a can full of acid
with a holiday brochure
with a test strip that measures
the paranoia in your saliva
get a new work shirt
get a new clay wife
break the mould
get the gold
buy back all that shit you sold
only to find out
you were well and truly ripped off by yourself
honey drips
you need to wear your hair shirt every day
rattling my blue hand
COLLAPSING PULSE ON TRUE TELEVISION
plaiting thumbnails
a keen eye
floral tributes to falling soldiers
and swollen women
thick of sleeve
real and true – real and true
small movements become giants
the telling of
both heat and cold
(real and true)
some jagged expanse
a sweeping scrape
lifting the layer
hipped hug
slinked in a villain head
automatic mind
true television
i’ve been collecting for a wall
reshaping in sight
of snow caps
sin-tax
eye for eye
REAL GRAS IN YOUR SKIN
right off – written off
right off – written off
clothed in cow hide
who says – who said yes
who says – who said yes
little busy crows
with fish-hooks for toes
am i real? – am i unreasonable?
just because
am i real? – real unreasonable
tipped off – ripped right off
no place like home
worked out – works right out
working out – get a thicker skin
you need to fight – fight through
fight off today
chose a little sweetness from the plate
chose a little sweetness from the plate
share it
create a story – create a story
rub it into your skin – rub it into your skin
stained red
parallel and running wild
glue back your mind – am i real?
trash deal – am i real?
am i unreasonable?
here comes the crash
too much passion
it’s so old fashioned
right off – written off
worked out – working out
rub it into your skin – rub it into your skin
lip sneers – as if to say
who are you, anyway?
am i real?
Though some albums like Arzak II and Mantra Wave remain not release free, this is the very last rADio eNd album. Sometimes, things must die for the void to be felt — and for you to wish to fill it with your own dreams.
rADio eNd was like a giant telescope aimed at life on Earth.
Uncentered art digging into the universal disaster, seeking survivors, glimpsing humans still alive among the ruins. Humanity lost in a senseless world.
Why label any utopia as Never-Neverland?
They let you dream ambitiously, but children’s reverie is banned.
Maybe the meaning must be sought in daily life —
in the corruption of your child-soul,
in dreams cut away to bonsai your mind
so it fits into tiny boxes called prisons/homes/comfort/habits.
Adults teach us fear.
Adults teach us the self-mutilation of constant lying.
They use authority to deny autonomy.
Pretending to be “parents” when being only self-centered people who care more about their own pleasure than anything else.
Pleasure is good — but not that kind of artificial, consumerist pleasure :
false needs, real illusions —
instead of raw perception, instead of meals rooted in the living soil.
Not this endless hunger for more, instead of a search for balance.
They teach us to obey their unreal storytelling —
Should I call it horror tales disguised as fairy tales?
Sell your life-time to capital.
And teach your children to sell theirs.
Technology hides that it’s global slavery.
When a rich man uses a computer or an AI, he doesn’t save time —
he steals the life-time of poor people in less “fortunate” lands, condemned to fuel it.
Alike capitalism pretending to be the solution when in reality it’s the problem.
They pretend to be models —
but they are the trap, the embodiment of the sick old world.
And when children grow older and try to speak truth,
adults label it adolescence —
to sweep the truth under the rug.
Stuck in loops.
While they drain our energy.
Artificial paradises flavour sticking to everything.
Something is rotten.
The Earth has become a giant supermarket.
Client souls arranged in aisles.
Insane masters are here to pick our children,
eating, fucking, doping, killing, without limits —
amongst the ruins of a dying world like if it was just a game.
Everybody knows… and denies.
We should not let this happen.
Everybody knows… and still too many want their slice of the deadly cake.
When imbalance lasts too long, it always collapses.
There are no more islands left.
And as they destroy them all,
they try to erase their very memory.
No more children — only future customers.
Like all other species, everything must be part of this game.
Worshiping their god with a thousand masks.
It’s a war against everything wild and alive.
Xenophobia rules the planet.
They turn off the lights with their weapons of mass destruction.
This album is dedicated to the victims of Israel.
This must be said clearly:
it’s not only Benjamin Netanyahu —
it’s Zionism itself responsible for the genocide in Gaza.
And perhaps the worst is not only the mass death,
but that so many people know —
watch —
and do nothing to stop it.
That they know but do like if nothing happens.
A View from Ed End.
So many days have opened their wounds in front of my eyes
that I can’t tell anymore
if this is just an echo of a long-forgotten thought.
But when I listen to this album,
it feels like watching the light of a distant star:
so far away that by the time her light reaches me, she’s already gone.
That’s it.
Even though the base was recorded last year and later upgraded by Pete,
it comes from a place that no longer exists.
These days, it’s hard to speak without a bitter aftertaste.
I keep moving forward, facing whatever comes —
I don’t look back.
because I feel that there’s no way back.
And still I know:
Neverland isn’t in front of me.
The way this journey changes me inside is a reality swap leading to this place.
I erase the white chalk from the blackboard
and start drawing a new crazy dream,
making room for my sound-friends.
No matter what’s lost in the past —
it’s long gone.
rADio eNd had a beginning, and it had an end.
It was alive.
Now we change vehicles.
It seems for us, after this, there is no more moniker.
We become a chain of names, DNA.
Never give up.
That’s exactly it — Pete’s words.
Mind-traveller, drawing maps like paintings,
blending dreams and realities.
I’ll never give up
until everyone has found his own way
to break free from the pattern, the norm.
We mutate, we become everything —
because when you never give up,
you shed your skin,
cast it into oblivion,
the old ceremony, again and again:
a new life after another life,
inside a mind in free fall —
into creation.
GoH-833: Ritual Heaps – Deep Harm 4 Masterless Hearts
Two flowing smooth but often transforming industrials full of pulses and machine-like drones mixed with blurry ambience and oniric melodies. Like a soundtrack for a dream, where pleasant parts shift with disturbing tension. Another unique work of high artistic value from New Zealand’s Ritual Heaps.
“Interesting” times imply high future variance, but usually begin during relative stability. A calm before a storm, a moment of misleading respite – but a bit of peace, nonetheless. Clouds come and clouds go, and only some have lingering impact. What peace will last, and what will come after?
Featuring 8-bit sounds from the Famicom, also known as the Nintendo Entertainment System (NES).
GoH-831: CICADA 3301 – THE STENCH OF WANTING
After almost exact four years Indonesian unit CICADA 3301 comes back to GoH with fourteen explosive harsh noise ejaculations, each one leading itself into a momentary fiasco just to erupt with another attempt of satisfying the desire of sonic destruction. Get purified!
